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Reminds me of a guy who graduated OD school a year behind me. He was young, fit, muscular. Came by my office on occasion to generate referrals for an MDO he did refractions and surgical pre-testing for. Saw him at a few meetings, had a couple of drinks with him here and there. One day, maybe 7 years ago he was driving his SUV at night in the rain, I don't think he was wearing a seatbelt but whatever. He loses control of his car, skids off the road, takes out a farmstand and hits a tree.
He's completely paralyzed except for maybe a few subtle facial expressions. He continued to show up at meetings here and there until a few years back. Don't even know if he's still alive. If I was him I wouldn't want to be. I would probably beg to be pushed off a bridge. But again, that's just me.
Yeah my guys diagnosis kinda spiraled me and I cried for days...didn't cry to him. I didn't want to make it about me at all. And he was scared. So was I. I didn't know this (I was in the recovery program when he was diagnosed) but he went to bed for like a year. He didn't tell me he was struggling.
He is a freelance writer so he can get away with that.
Then he was telling me if he ended up in a wheelchair he would kill himself. And he meant it.
He was always single. He never got married or had kids. He never had a serious and committed relationship... until now and he is almost 45. He was prepared to die alone. I'm just messing up all his plans.
No suicide though. I told him when he was still just my best friend that if he did that I'd never get over it. I'd walk the earth with a hole in my soul that never stopped hurting. He can't go dying on me I won't handle it well. Thankfully he doesn't ever talk like that anymore.
He would shoot himself....not go off a bridge. I'd rather take care of him for the rest of my life than have to grieve him.